It's funny how things happen, how coincidences here and there form a story, my story, our story, is full of coincidences, I even once thought that it was destiny, because if not, how did I come across that boy so many times?, as his presence somehow always attracted me, naturally gravitating towards him, Hikigaya Hachiman I will always remember that name.
Behind the scenes all the members of the Production Team were preparing for their opening act at the Japan anime convention, after this they would have a handshake section with their fans, the typical routine, this was not their first surrounded, looking at each other In the mirror she began her smile practice section, this one, not too rigid, this one, neither, maybe this one if that one was, happy with her smile she was ready to go on stage.
There was still some time left so he decided to check the messages of her fan, to see her "love" for her.
-Ai is super cute, I can't believe we are the same age-
-they saw her dance at her presentation in Akihabara, it was great-
-True, Ai is the best although Nene is not far behind-
Those were the kind of messages she used to receive, everyone loved her, and she would gladly tell him that she loved them too, even if it was a lie, who cared, it was okay to lie, Saito had told her, lying was the most sweetheart in the world, no one had to suffer, no one would have to cry, they would love her and she would return their "love", no matter what, she would continue to lie recklessly, the face of that jaded boy came to her mind for a second before she dismissed it, It didn't matter and that if he had made her doubt, that didn't matter, his was an ideal, no different from his lie, so he was also a liar.
-When you see that Ai, you can see that that smile that she always brings is false-
-Yes, she seems constipated lol-
-Her dancing is also bad, the only thing she has is his face-
Those comments stood out among the hundreds of her fans like a sore thumb, again that boy's words came to her and her spirits fell accordingly, what they wanted from her, it wasn't a sweet lie that they wanted, that's what The idols were a bunch of idiots, an ideal, unattainable, inhuman, you know how much time I dedicate to my dances and that if Saito chose her as the main one because of her face, she makes an effort like anyone else, hour after hour, day after day, to please them, to lie to them better, because that's what they want, they don't even know what they want.
She put down her cell phone and decided to continue practicing her smile, it seems that she needs more to perfect it, they still discovered her lie, her self in the mirror was her and at the same time it was not, what Oshino Ai should have been, the Idol, the student, the girl or the orphan, with each question her spirit fell more, among so many lies she sometimes wondered if there was even a truth in her.
-Ai, come on, it's time to go out-
Nene approached to warn him, breaking him out of his introspection.
-I'm coming-
I responded, bubbly, cheerful as expected of her, it was not the time to be down, her fan was waiting for her.
-Come on Onii chan is going to start-
His sister pulled him by the sleeve directing his way, they were at the Japan anime convention to attend the opening concert of B-komachi, since Komachi had decided to dress up as Illya, being the good brother that he was, he had to separate several unwanted flies that had tried to approach him, in a way he couldn't blame them, Komachi was the cutest in the world.
-There are more people than I expected, don't go separating Komachi-
He told him, slowing down his progress, while the presenter went up to the stage to announce the B-komachi group, the fans exclaimed euphorically at their entrance, the members greeted them briefly and the fans responded even more excited, it was curious to see the reaction of The groups, the way he behaved, to a certain extent seemed like a swarm and not people, although logic dictated otherwise. The only thing that bothered him was that his sister was one of them.
The searchlights illuminated them, while the sound of silence, a silence of anticipation, was established waiting for the imminent explosion.
And then the metaphorical bomb of anticipation exploded, with Ai as the epicenter, the spotlights followed her movements, the members of B-komachi were shadows, only shadows that served to support, to further highlight Ai's innate talent, Hikigaya could understand why that many fell before the trap of her dance, before the lie of her voice, her hypnotic, seductive, dangerous dance, her sweet, jovial voice addictive and contagious, a unique combination, a unique talent, without a doubt Oshino Ai had been blessed with talent and beauty, one in a million, yet there was something in her dancing, something in her singing, a heaviness, light, fleeting, that would be lost in the liveliness of her presentation.
"Her dancing isn't that good" "her face is the only thing she has going for her" "she shouldn't be the main one" the words invaded her mind, impertinent, inopportune as it couldn't be otherwise, always eating away at her mind when She wanted them the least, those intrusive thoughts that were always there, lurking in the shadow of memory waiting for a moment of weakness to come out, her gaze rested on her audience, her fans, in search of any consolation, but they were only shapeless shadows, without faces, singing in unison like a witch's coven, ready to worship her in success or burn her in failure, such a volubility typical of the world of entertainment, among all those shadows of people, her gaze came across one in particular, one that stood out for its lack of presence, for the discomfort in which it was and for its misplaced presence, she looked at him and he returned her look, his frown and his plastic smile met, and he did something that He brought her back to reality, placing his index fingers on the corner of her lips, showing her the grimace of a smile.
Then he knew that it was wrong, that he was showing an unsightly act, that his lie was visible, reinforcing his mask he left those malicious comments behind and continued with his act, when their eyes met again he only returned a tacit nod.
The handshake session began, and things passed without incident, each of the B-komachi members had their own line of fans, with the largest of course being Ai's, which included the Hikigaya brothers. , the fans were varied, fat, skinny, tall, short, children, adults, a bit of everything, a heterogeneous amalgam of people, just demonstrating the popularity of the group.
When it was the turn of the boy in front of them, a boy of her age and build, who gave her a small bottle of star frost, and told her that he loved her, to which Ai returned the same words, her inner cynic mocking. Of the boy's happiness, perhaps because it was a reflection of his younger self, perhaps jealous of the happiness of ignorance, he did not decide to delve into that thought. Once the boy's turn was over, Komachi's followed, with his own hyperactivity. He jumped in front of his Idol.
-Yahallo! Ai-
-Yahallo! Komachi-chan! It's good to see you again-
He returned the euphoric greeting, although slight, the surprise was still there, it had been more or less two months since his dinner so he hoped he wouldn't remember it, he had felt mortified throughout the convention looking for a way to tell his sister no. She had illusions, that possibly Oshino Ai would not remember her, but she was unable to break that illusion in her young eyes, even if he was fed up with all these concepts, he did not have the right to infect his sister with his thoughts, even if his sister could encounter the disappointment of an idol, he couldn't do it.
So breaking his atheism, he parayed to whatever god came into his mind, whether it was Allah, Buddha, Ra or Zeus that Oshino Ai would be professional enough not to forget the fans he has kept in contact with. , luckily his prayers were answered, tonight he would give a sacrifice to the black goat.
Komachi's greeting lasted longer than normal, apparently by Ai's own decision. I even saw how they exchanged telephone information. He was happy and at the same time impressed by his sister's communication skills. With her at the helm, the Hikigaya clan would not disappear. , he thought jokingly.
-Next Hikitaka-kun-
Who the hell is that! He thought as he prepared to leave with Komachi only to realice that Oshino San had him in his sights while he extended his hand to her, "or not, of course not" my mom already said it, girls have lice.
With those childish thoughts, he refused to shake her hand out of stupid pride given his thoughts on the idol industry, but to his surprise his sister pushed him into the lion's den.
-Ha ha ha-
An awkward laugh from him swallowing his pride for the only person capable of changing his mind, his sister.
-Hikigaya-
"He," she said, squeezing her hand.
-Oh! Sorry Hikiyaka kun, I'm bad with names-
He responded by sticking out his tongue and hitting his head with his closed fist, a typical Teehee!, "You don't look like a woman", seeing his smile for a second he remembered his presentation and the reason for his action when their eyes met, maybe it was his imagination but still.
-Know-
He began, for a smile he knew.
-Sometimes I write what I feel on loose sheets of paper and burn them in a trash can-
Oshino san looked at them with true surprise as if he had grown a second head, not caring that none of them had broken his physical contact, they had not broken his gaze.
-Are you a pyromaniac Hikigaya?-
She responded, amused by the whole situation.
-I guess-
I responded with a shrug as he broke our handshake, what led him to tell one of his secrets? I didn't know, she attributed it to Oshino's special aura, to that broken smile he showed for a few moments.
-You know what, don't give it importance just me thinking out loud, it's a bad habit-
-Hikigaya-
Before he could leave, since he already felt the unrest of the fans in line, thirsty for blood, his blood, Oshino called out to him.
-You haven't told me yet what is genuine-
Her previous conversation came to him like exams at the end of the week.
-Maybe next time-
He gestured to the fans behind him to remind them where they were.
-I understand next time it will be-
……………….
She was alone in her room, to be more precise the room that Saito san, her manager and tutor at home, had given her, reading the new messages on her phone, Hikaru, her new boyfriend had left her a message to know when she would be free. For their next date, she still remembered how she had met him about two weeks ago while she was in dance class, she was an acting student, she had seen him at school, she had heard about him from the girls in her group, but she had not interacted with him. Until the day he confessed to him in front of everyone, he had no real reason to reject him, so he thought, why not.
She continued reading the messages on her cell phone until she reached the comments of her fans after today's event, as she always used to do, congratulations here and there as always, which did not stop her reading from stopping. In the most malicious comments.
"Sometimes I write what I feel on loose sheets of paper and burn them in a trash can" Hikigaya's words came to her again, it was strange the ability of his words to resonate with her, despite only having interacted in two occasions, two quite short occasions if cele allowed to say.
He took from his school bag an old notebook from when he was in primary school, which he had kept out of pure nostalgia since he used to capture his drawings in it, turning page after page, glimpsing his works, actively ignoring the feeling that the story brought to his heart. In pursuit of her current health, she reached blank pages, decided to tear them out and proceeded to capture all the malicious comments on her Twitter account.
To her surprise, they were less than what she expected. I only need two pages and I have plenty of space, "you note them because they are few," again her words, at this point it was annoying how her words managed to get under her skin.
Ignoring his discomfort, he took the trash can next to his desk and with the lighter in his pocket he ignited the leaves in his hands, the fire quickly and quickly consumed the cellulose of the leaves, the wild and reddish flames were reflected in his eyes. Purple eyes, the dancing of the flames created shadows of supplication, of forgiveness, while only blackish soot remained, somehow he felt that this had not been in vain and he released a sigh that he did not know he was holding.
-Ai, are you smoking?-
Saito san interrupted, breaking into her room.
-Of course not, how could I smoke, it would ruin my beauty-
I responded by unconsciously hiding my act, as if it were some evil, I didn't know how to explain why, I only knew that it was very personal, something I didn't want to reveal.
-I understand, come the celebration dinner is ready-
He said before returning to the kitchen, leaving her alone again, before following him, she took one last look at the pile of soot that had been those malicious comments before and a smile escaped her lips, who would have thought, maybe she is arsonist too.
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I'm sorry for my English but I'm not a good speaker, sorry for the delay, my day as a sweeper leaves me tired, I have Wattpad, you can search for me like a chicken
